Born To the Sun

Born to the sun In the blink of an eye Hair to the wind Hands to the sky A vision aglow At the top of the hill A jewel on the rise – A heart beating still Golden the sparkle That glows in her eye A filly in flower Limber and spry Not to be ridden In meadow or dale Loping in fashion – All fellows hail! A girl of the mountain A child of the trail Remote as the island For which we set sail To seek in the forest To seek in the hills The diamond of hearts The apple to fill The eye that’s beholden The core of its ache The heart that will hold it The heart it will break –